Glass half full?

I am such a pessimist that I am hyper-sensitive to announcing an event before it comes to pass.   However.

Ahem.

We have started packing.  Yes, to move.  Into The Log House.  THAT Log House.  I. KNOW.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm hyperventilating.   Give me a moment, here.  

No, it won't be all finished before the move.  No, it won't even be close to being finished --  but it'll be habitable, and that's all I need, baby.  And, yes, I realize my standards have changed in the past 8 years.   Exactly.   Since we are only moving 9 miles away, we will be packing and moving in drips and drabs.  (The "drabs" mostly refers to my wardrobe.)   It will probably take us a month or two.  But, still!


Here are some photos of the little things around The House that The Hubs is finishing up in advance of the move:

That old steel door that used to be the front door?  It's now the back door.  Well, you can't win 'em all.  But it makes that hallway so much brighter!

The Girl takes advantage of the partially-assembled bunk beds to do some climbing.  

I will spare you the photos of me, with hair on end, sorting and packing up our (too) many belongings in the house in town.  You're welcome.

Stay tuned, faithful log-devotees!  Big thingz is afoot!